Magical Studies at Hogwarts.

Chapter 268 Reunion

Harry didn't expect that it would be like this when he and Hermione met again.

She was wearing a gray sweater and sitting quietly on the swing in her yard, shaking gently, holding a grape wood wand in her hand.On the other hand, she supported the big tree in her yard and panted heavily, forcing herself not to spit it out.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder and asked with concern, "The first apparition will be uncomfortable, and I can only get used to it slowly."

"No...it's okay." Harry waved his hands, took a deep breath, and finally straightened up, although his ears were still buzzing now, as if there were hundreds of mosquitoes chirping nearby.

"Okay, just take it easy..." Dumbledore glanced at Harry, who was still looking ugly, and then turned to Hermione, who had stood up from the swing, and greeted with a smile.

"Good evening, Hermione."

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, Harry." Hermione waved her hand and walked to Harry's side, and lightly tapped his wand on him.

A soft white light flashed, and Harry felt much better, basically no discomfort.

"Very beautiful spell." Dumbledore applauded, and Hermione's brow frowned unconsciously with his blackened right hand.Just as he was about to ask, Harry next to him said anxiously, "Hermione, you used magic just now!"

"It's okay, I'm an adult," Hermione replied.Harry was about to ask something, but was interrupted by Dumbledore.

He stretched out his left hand and said: "Okay, I can prove that Miss Granger can use magic freely in any situation, anywhere... But now, please hold my left arm, we still have Things to do."

Hearing this, Harry had no choice but to temporarily suppress the question, and grabbed Dumbledore's arm with Hermione.The next second, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the uncomfortable feeling hit Harry again.

There was a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, up, down, left, right, front, back, and all directions squeezed towards him at the same time, as if there were countless iron hoops strangling him fiercely, and he held his breath directly in his chest.

When his feet were firmly on the ground again, the breath was spit out.Then, there was another familiar panting, but this time it was much better, and Hermione's wand landed on him immediately.

"Okay, this way." Dumbledore glanced back at Harry, then turned back.After looking at the surrounding environment, he pointed in a direction and walked over.

Harry and Hermione followed behind, and he looked at the unfamiliar scene around him with a dazed expression.

This place looks like an abandoned village. They seemed to be in the square of the village just now. It was empty, only an old monument and a few benches.

Following Dumbledore, I passed several shops, private houses and a tavern, but without exception, they were all empty and there was no one there.

"How are you...?" Harry glanced at Dumbledore who was walking in the front, moved closer to Hermione, and asked in a low voice, his words were full of concern.

"I'm fine, Harry," Hermione replied briskly.

Harry looked at her face and saw nothing unusual.But I still felt something was wrong in my heart, and before I could ask, Dumbledore in front spoke up.

"By the way, Harry, I forgot to ask, does your scar still hurt?"

"Scar? No more." Harry shifted his attention momentarily, and replied, "I'm still wondering. It stands to reason that now that Voldemort is back, it should be burning and hurting. It was like this last year."

He looked at Dumbledore, only to find a look of satisfaction on his face.

"It's a good thing, Harry." Dumbledore said as he walked, "It means that Voldemort finally realizes that you can keep invading his brain, and he feels the danger. It seems that he used Occlumency on you." .”

"That's it...that's really nice," said Harry, finally letting go of what had been on his mind, that he'd had enough of those tormenting nightmares.

While talking, they walked a long way again. Harry looked at the still empty telephone booth and bus shelter, and asked aloud, "Professor, where is this? What are we doing here?"

"Ah, I forgot that I haven't told you yet." Dumbledore pointed in another direction and said as he walked, "This is Budley Barberton Village, we are going to persuade one of my retired colleagues to return to Huo Gwartz."

"To be honest, I can't remember how many times I have said this sentence in recent years."

"So, how can we help?"

"You guys will help, I think..."

They walked a long way, and Harry asked again, "Professor, why don't we just Apparate to your old colleague's house?"

"That's impolite, Harry." Before Dumbledore could speak, Hermione said directly, "We have to give other wizards the opportunity to reject us, not to mention that most wizards' residences have anti-apparation spells." , like Hogwarts... I told you."

"Okay." Harry nodded subconsciously. He was about to ask something, but saw Dumbledore in front of him suddenly stop, and he bumped into it without paying attention.

Looking up, they had unknowingly walked to a small house with a tidy garden. The lock of the small garden door next to it was violently damaged, and the door was hanging crookedly.

Dumbledore looked around, but there was still no one there.

"Pull out your wand and follow me closely." He whispered, walked quickly up the garden path with light steps, and gently pushed open the door.

"Fluorescent flashes!"

A soft white light was emitted from the wand, and a messy corridor was reflected in front of him.Dumbledore didn't stop, and walked into the living room with his wand raised.

Entering the living room, it was an even more messy scene.A grandfather clock smashed to the ground, the clock face and pendulum were scattered on the ground.Next to it is a shattered chandelier, and the fragments are flying everywhere.There were also scattered feathers on the ground, which had flown from the cushions, and beneath them were many broken glass.

But what attracted the most attention was the somewhat blackened bloodstains on the wall, one of which was stretched long.

"It's terrible, isn't it?" Dumbledore said heavily, holding up his wand.

"There was an assault here?" said Harry. "A fight, and he was dragged away, wasn't there, Professor?"

Harry's question was not answered, he saw Dumbledore carefully stepping over the debris on the ground, while Hermione stood motionless behind a broken sofa, her attention was also focused on it.

Dumbledore obviously also noticed Hermione's abnormality, he had a dazed look on his face, then put his index finger to his lips, and beckoned again, asking Harry to quietly surround the sofa with him and Hermione.

After they were in formation, Dumbledore's wand was barreled up suddenly, piercing through the cushion of the chair.

"Ouch!"

There was a scream from the sofa, which startled Harry, and his body shivered violently.Then, in his surprised eyes, the thick cushion on the sofa turned into a fat and somewhat bald old man.He rubbed his stomach, squinted one eye, and there were tears in his eyes.

"You don't need to stick so hard with your wand, it hurts me, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore also narrowed his eyes, with a successful mischief smile on his face, and said:
"Good evening, Horace, long time no see."

(End of this chapter)